It’s 54 degrees Fahrenheit and cloudy outside. Rain is supposed to move in around 9:00 a.m. this morning and continue intermittently throughout the afternoon. Our expected high temperature is 60 degrees Fahrenheit. Yesterday turned out to be sunny and surprisingly lovely. I puttered with my flowers and plants, played with the dogs, and did laundry.
As to the unfinished thought, I think what happened was that I started to type something above that paragraph and didn’t catch that I had started a thought below. I met people for dinner and drinks, though.
Pullin, that is just an awful damn lot. I’m glad things things have simmered down.
Sticky Buns, I’m very sorry about your estranged aunt.
I plan to call the vet at seven this morning. I hope they just tell me to come to get meds because trying to wrestle these two pups into the Jeep is not easy. I have a feeling that they’ll insist on an exam. Yesterday was a holiday, and they would have just sent me to an emergency vet. While taking care of this for Maisie is very important, one day doesn’t make a difference. I have been swabbing her ears out, too, in hopes of providing some relief, as well as getting rid of some of those little bastages.
Other than that, maybe the pedicure will happen, maybe not. I’d like to go to another local nursery and check it out, but we’ll see how that pans out. If the nursery stop doesn’t happen today, I have Friday to do that.
Power on. Air conditioned. Coffee brewing. Cats meowing.
On to a day of unpacking and deciding where things go. And trying to decide where iur priorities are; painting? Furniture? Front door (our front door needs replacing)? And we should probably get some basic household stuff in addition to the big stuff. And grocery shopping, since we have to throw out everything in the fridge.
Took my zillionth wander through the complex, spotted him, and hauled him home. He did have some kibble, but didn’t seem unusually hungry and appears otherwise fine. He’s been back for about five minutes now…
DH and I are vastly relieved that he’s home, even if he is rather vocal today. Allie didn’t seem so thrilled to have the pesky kid brother back, and I don’t think Misty cared.
DH and I are in agreement that Buddy is grounded for at least a few days. I’m pretty sure I’ve got all the online updates (lost pet website and Facebook pages) done, now just need to trundle down to the other end of the complex to take down the Missing Cat signs we put up Saturday.
So an uneventful heaving, everything wrapped up, and 90% of the people gone by 6:45, then…
“What’s this half full trailer in the yard?”
So I was in Secondary for an hour, sorting the stuff so it could go out.
I did my Aldi run, then came home. Every time Spot knocks my wireless mouse off the desk, I grab his head and double click with his left ear. I’m starting to think he enjoys it.
Awakened at about 0400 by the cat tromping on my legs as she made endless circuits of the bed to let us know that her food dish was empty. I finally snarled at her and she left us alone.
Breakfast was an omelet made with chevre, parsley and chives, bacon on the side and half a muffin slathered with Trappist seedless boysenberry jam. I’m a Citizens for Boysenberry Jam fan.
The ongoing (several months, now) construction across the street appears to be nearing completion. I don’t know what-all they were doing over there that took so long, but they put new PVC pipes in the ground last week and this morning are backfilling the trench. I’m assuming sewer line upgrades. Be glad when the noise is done (beepbeepbeepbeepbeep), although it doesn’t bother me all that much after a life working in construction.
Had more thunderboomers last evening and a good dousing of rain that will help with the drought problems. One of our tomato plants is doing well, but the other one doesn’t seem to want to produce any flowers. Helped one of our residents plant flowers yesterday. She’s pretty bent over and uses a walker, but I have to give her credit for her grit and determination.
Today’s chore: clear the fridge of leftovers that are now science experiments. Oh! The things you’ll see!
Mornin’ all - nearly 9am here as I start to drivel, having already done some projectin’ and caffinatin’. NWS says it’s 86/30 on the the way to 94/35 with puffy clouds here and there, perchance to shower on someone somewhere sometime.
For the first time in weeks I slept past sunrise. Which is made more difficult by the fact my face is near the big windows, the blinds are left fully open at night, and the sun rises directly outside those windows. Today we had enough tall clouds over the sea that although it got lighter right on time, the sun itself didn’t make an appearance until about 30 minutes later.
It felt good to survey my domain first thing and see no chaos.
As to 'yall …
I know you’re kidding, but I agree such a device would be real handy. In my case it was much more “For want of a nail the kingdom was lost - or at least severely delayed.” than any miracle source of domestic bliss. But I did take a pic of it sitting on my palm just for you and it’ll be in the Grand self-doxxing Revealing.
The rest of the silly story is that I needed one of these miracle gizmos to advance the immediate project but would eventually need a second one for a different project that won’t mature until a furniture delivery that’s guesstimated for July. But could usefully be installed any time between now and then.
So awhile ago I ordered two from Da Jungle for Prime delivery the next day. Then that package went astray and the delivery date kept sliding 1 or 2 days at a time. So when it got to be 6 days late I got frustrated and ordered two of a similar, functionally equivalent, item from a different Jungle vendor. Not noticing that, unlike the first items, these ones come in 2-packs. That second package was duly delivered the next day containing (surprise!) 2 x 2 = 4 items. So I installed the two I could use and my logjam was broken.
I do not and will never have a use for the other two, nor for the two originals that UPS (Go Brown FTW!) says they transported overnight Fri-Sat from an Amazon warehouse in South Carolina to a different Amazon warehouse in an unlikely city in the NorCal East Bay area. Where it has now sat for two days. WTF?! I wonder when, like Yanker, the prodigal gizmo will return to the fold?
But when it does get here I’ll have not three, but four to send you!
Wow, that is quite the story of household chaos and scheduling overload. It’s great news the really scary possibilities for your balance issues are crossed off the docs’ list. It’s good news that the garage break-in wasn’t random, but was “inside job”. Although criminality nearby is always a worry and especially given your personal history.
My own much more minor brushes with crime, and my time in IT working with various police agencies, has taught me that individuals or small groups tend to pick a neighborhood or street for “attention” essentially at random, then move on to a different location after just one night. Unless they spot something especially enticing they don’t have time or carrying capacity to take that night. Then they put it on their “list” for later. Otherwise they’re off to a different random neighborhood tomorrow. The idjits that come back the very next night to the very same place tend to be the ones languishing in jail, not out crimin’.
On a happier note …
So Youngest has decamped to Europe? Such fun! But that leaves her new SO behind there in Dallas or wherever. There are no good times for an extended enforced break in a relationship, but the nascent phase is especially rough. Lots at stake there if indeed he’s “the one”.
One of the scariest remembrances of my life is how very close my late wife and I came to never getting married. And thinking about all I’d have lost by not being with her 3+ decades. We’d been doing the “long-distance phone calls (back when they cost money) and 3-day weekends together” program for a couple years, and increasingly listlessly. We’d both had “Past time to change this one way or the other; the status quo leads nowhere.” thoughts and we’d shared inconclusive conversations on the topic.
Turns out she’d come up one last time planning to tell me at the end of the visit that we’re done, but the day prior at dinner I impulsively blurted out the words “So, you want to get married?” and she instantly said “Yes!1!”. Talk about snatching victory from the jaws of defeat.
Good luck to them both!
Agree with that.
Outback lost their way a decade or more ago. Probably too many MBA’s.
Our local Roadhouse is always packed and waaay too noisy for me. With no outdoor seating it’s also far too cold inside to endure.
Longhorn is decent but our closest one is not in a good location. And also suffers from the [too cold inside with no outside] problem.
So when I want a cheap steak, it tends to be the nearby Outback which has a patio. Oh well.
The beds will not survive the weekend in anything close to organized fashion. At least I won’t have sheets entangled in the ceiling fans. If only because, unlike prior residences, I have no ceiling fans.
The rest of the place will stay organized UFN because I like it that way.
Back in my 20s as a single dude I never dated a woman whose apartment was as well-kept as my own. And now I can afford a housecleaner. Hiring one of those is a project for this week now that the configuration is settled. One of my lifelong sayings is “You can’t clean around clutter”. So avoiding clutter is a prereq to easy, thorough cleaning. Whether I’m doing it or someone else is. Only the resident(s) can de-clutter and stay anti-cluttered; cleaners can’t do that. If it is to be, it’s up to me.
Time to start my day. Cheers all!!
[3 hours later]
Oops. I thought I’d hit [Send] but I got interrupted. So I’ll catch up the bottom of the MMP as of now, almost noon, then hit [Send]. This time for sure! (famous last words) …
Ouch! BTDT. But at least you have your immediate priorities straight.
As to longer term, I vote interior before exterior. Unless there is an exterior problem that’s actively causing additional damage. e.g. leaking roof causing wet insulation, mold, and wrecking interior drywall.
So that’s furniture, then exterior paint, then door. YMMV of course, but that’s how I handled my last big up-size.
Good to know that your immediate priority after the joyful reunion was to share it with the important people in your life.
Sounds like somebody else in the complex thinks they’ve adopted a stray. Or that the Buddy is just one of the complex’s wandering cats belonging to no one / everyone and fed by whoever is feeling generous that day. If so, that does not bode good for getting him back next time. Some other resident will take him in for safekeeping and you’ll never see him again. He’ll be safe and you’ll be miserable.
One of my less enjoyable projects as condo prez was to play cat-napper sleuth when this kind of thing happened. Which happened from time to time, and more often than one might naively imagine.
Since we were officially a no-pets complex, both the former cat owner and the new cat-napper (innocent or nefarious) both had reasons to hide their situation until the former owner’s grief / worry got the better of them. Most of the cats were open secrets, but we were sure there were a few that nobody knew about except the owner.
I could share some ugly tails (tales? heh) of cat-related intrigue a nd petty in-fighting amongst our cliques of jealous nosy old biddies. When Sally decided Janice wasn’t taking good enough care of Janice’s cat and simply appropriated the cute widdle fuzz-butt for herself it was not a happy week in condo-ville after all the other ladies chose up sides.
I woke and can finally breathe clearly, woot! Maybe I can get below 30 tissues a day now…tissues supplied by church.
Though my liquid bactrim seems to make my stomach feel queasy and I’m burping a lot.
Bopping on the bus’s today.
Mowage and some rakeage is done. I cleared the accumulated leaves from one ditch - I’ll do the other tomorrow or the next day. Nurse has been and gone. MIL is listening to her audiobook and/or sleeping. FCD is at the boat. I’m about to do a little research for him, then back to my book.
Glad to hear Buddy’s back!!! Whatever happened on his little adventure, it doesn’t sound like he went hungry.
Speaking of going hungry, Mrs W and I decided to hit up the breakfast buffet at the nearby resort hotel yesterday. Unfortunately, it turns out they only serve until 11, and we showed up at 11:12. We called the other nearby resort hotel and learned that they serve until 11:30, and decided it wouldn’t be worth trying to rush over there. After some deliberation, we settled on the breakfast/lunch place in the Village. Their hours can be inconsistent, and we couldn’t reach them on the phone, but fortunately they were open (albeit very busy). Service was slow and I was getting quite hangry. We didn’t eat until after noon. But eventually, eggs, sausage, and a waffle were ingested, and all was right with the world.
We walked around the Village a bit, but the mercury was rising so that didn’t last long. Went home and turned on the TV, and suddenly the rest of the afternoon evaporated away. We did manage to pry ourselves off the couch by dinner time and made ourselves some bucatini with sun-dried tomatoes and pine nuts. All in all, a pretty decent day.
As to all the rest of ya, ‘hi!’ There were like 5 billion posts since yesterday.
Well, I guess we’re all doing ok here now. MusicMan started his new job this morning and it’s broken up into twice a day shifts for now where he comes home in between and he was home for lunch earlier and it seemed to do ok. Other than the part where my mom is just tense in general and was gruff with him about stupid stuff. I honestly don’t think that she has a complete grasp on Autism+ADHD and how it really affects someone’s whole life and their routines.
As for me, I’m going to be very honest here. Because I have BED and am significantly overweight, I have looked into alternative treatments approved by my doctor. Awhile back I tried trulicity and I took it for about a month or so and I felt horribly, inexplicably depressed. Like, ‘the world is about to end’ depressed. I mean, even on top of everything else crazy going on here, more depressed. So, my doctor had prescribed Victoza for me to try instead of trulicity. I waited about a month before I even started because I figured I couldn’t deal with all the drama from my dad and MusicMan’s job and all at the same time. Now that things have started smoothing out again, I decided to go ahead and try it. I have been on it for less than a week and that same old feeling is back again. I don’t know what to do. Is it just because of the meds? Is it because of what’s going on here? I really don’t know. The good news, I guess, is that I have an appointment with my therapist tomorrow afternoon and she and I can talk about it.
I mean, the implications are far reaching. And thinking about that makes me sad, too. For right now, I’m just sitting here trying to figure out what to do. It’s either nap time or maybe I’ll do some more work.
Now that I’ve brought y’all down, I’m gonna go get busy doing something.
Looks like I’ll get a week without adult supervision. FCD is taking is mom to Indy - flying first class, no less - from June 11-18. I’ll have Roxy 4 of those days. I’m hoping I’ll be able to shampoo the carpet in their absence. We shall see…
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of cat-related intrigue 
a nd petty in-fighting amongst our cliques of jealous nosy old biddies. When Sally decided Janice wasn’t taking good enough care of Janice’s cat and simply appropriated the cute widdle fuzz-butt for herself it was not a happy week in condo-ville after all the other ladies chose up sides.
